Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.